The Resistance by S.L. Scott
Publication Date: April 28th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
You don't choose when.
You don't choose where.
And you don't get to choose who you fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Hollidayâ€™s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn't help but be drawn to.
Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?
I received this ARC for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
What could I say about The Resistance that hasnt already been said about New Adult novels? For starters I wouldntÂ even have known that Dalton was a rockstar if I hadnt already read the synopsis. Scott does do a pretty good job of capturing the whole mysterious bad-boy persona, and like Holli, I fell for it. Kuddos to you, Ms. Scott. Kuddos to you. That being said, lets get to the story. Hollidays on business/vacation in Vegas when she meets Dalton, and the attraction is instant and ever-present. Not expecting anything else from a night of debauchery, Holli and Dolton make the best of their night together. Things change, however, when theyre left longing for something else along the way..
Holli was definitely not one of your usual sweet-good-girl protagonists so commonly seen in New Adult. Shes a business woman in her own right, and shes got a bit of a wild, unpredictable side thatÂ was really fun to read. You can also clearly tell that she loves her friends and shed do anything for them, which speaks of a good heart. Dalton, on the other hand, is clearly hiding some things. Yet Im pretty sure it was his mysterious persona that made for such an interesting guy for Holli. Shes not expecting much at the beginning and the promise of mystery intrigues her. Dalton, however, turned out to be quite the sentimentalisttaking a turn in the unexpected. Bad boy rockstars are usually depicted as cold and sarcastic and just a bit asshole-y. Dalton breaks away from that mold with an usually sweet personality that shone through at times.
The romance in this novel takesÂ off inÂ the very beginning and its recurring throughout the entire book. I love me some sexy time (who doesnt!) but despite its well-described steamy scenes, I found it hard to believe that Holli and Dalton could change just like that in how they felt about each other. Vacation sex is one thing, but attempting to develop a relationship right off the bat with just said sex as a foundation? Highly unlikely. I wouldve loved to see a slower, sexier buildup to Holli and Daltons relationship, because after that first night, the rest of the novel goes like this: sex, sex, I-miss-him-so-much-when-is-he-gonna-call [from Holli], and back to sex. I wanted more depth!
Despite the whirlwind romance, The Resistance was an easy read with an abundance of steamy, sexy scenes to chose from. When it comes to the sexy times, Scott does a fairly good job of keeping you reading and wanting more.
â€śWait. Donâ€™t go. Stay. Whether we have sex or not, I just want your company.â€ť His expression appears sincere, but he seems to have several sides to him.
With my back against the door, I keep my eyes on his. â€śLook. I donâ€™t sleep aroundâ€¦ much. But I have slept with someone just because it was Wednesday.â€ť I shrug. â€śSo Iâ€™m not innocent over here, but I work hard and I have a pretty crappy social life because of it. Sometimes itâ€™s nice to feel a warm touch that vibrates with excitement instead of a cold one thatâ€™s battery-operated.â€ť I step forward as if I owe him more, more of an explanation, or more of me, Iâ€™m not sure. â€śJudge me if you must, but Iâ€™m in Vegas and now officially on vacation. And despite what you may think, Iâ€™ve only had the one drink so far today, so Iâ€™m not drunk. Iâ€™m a grown woman who appreciates a handsome face and the artistry of a tattoo that has meaning to the person wearing it. I actually thought weâ€™d have dinner and a good time. All that came from somewhere pure, somewhere that now feels dirty, a little tainted. So Iâ€™m going now and if one day you find yourself not so lost in Los Angeles, you know my information.â€ť
I donâ€™t wait for a response or apology. I donâ€™t know Dalton well enough to know if heâ€™d offer one anyway. So I go without looking back, passing the room service waiter on the way, and hop in an elevator thatâ€™s for the exclusive use of the two penthouses.
Half expecting to hear him call after me, my finger hovers over the Lobby button, but I count to ten and when I donâ€™t hear anything, I push it. The doors start to close when a hand reaches in, stopping them. Dalton peeks around the corner with a big smile in place, and says, â€śCan we start over? Stay for dinner?â€ť
â€śBecause I like you. I like your honesty and I donâ€™t get much honesty in my line of work.â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re an undercover narc. Of course you donâ€™t get much honesty. Isnâ€™t that why you got into the business?â€ť
A sly smile crosses his face, revealing a small dimple in his cheek. A light sparks from within, reflecting in his eyes, and with a nod of his head, he says, â€śCome back. Iâ€™ll feed you and give you the sex you came up here for. Because itâ€™s a Friday and while Friday may not be hump day, itâ€™s still a damn good day of the week.â€ť
My mouth drops open. â€śThe sex? Youâ€™ll give me the sex because itâ€™s Friday?â€ť I roll my eyes while huffing, and then push the lobby button twice.
Stepping inside, he blocks the doors from closing and a buzz is heard from overhead. With his arms stretched wide, he looks into my eyes. â€śNo. I mean, if you want the food thatâ€™s currently getting cold inside, you can have it. If you want to have sex, letâ€™s fuck. You can have anything you want.â€ť
The elevator starts buzzing even louder, escalating its level of warning. Dalton spreads his feet apart to hold the doors open and reaches for me. â€śIâ€™ll even call you Holli since thatâ€™s what you prefer.â€ť
Heâ€™s sexy and when heâ€™s flirting with me, even sexier. I canâ€™t give in too easily though. I should make a few ground rules, or at least one. â€śIâ€™ll only come back on one condition.â€ť